By Asif Iqbal He a man of outstanding magnate with a noble prize under his belt. Uneasy with politics he chronicles “Ireland” bogs, religious divide makes his poetry tense, torn. His pen pleads to stop violence and conflict It is snug as a gun And he digs with it, just like his ancestors dug with …
Pain
PAIN Pain pain pain Go away, go away Away away away Who are you to break my heart Who are you to steal my soulmate The stranger in strangeness shift through the images of my life and death Pain pain go away Never come again Never compete Never complain Alas! Needlessly to say I’m in …
Song of a singer
O singer Sing another I have no where to go Nothing left to do At that childhood A man tuned violin Has gone with his violin Has gone with his song In this changed time Will he be back or not I do not know At the fade teenage Thd colorful dreamy days Have gone …
Love reciprocity
Love reciprocity O Reciprocity of love You’re above race, color, class I love you, I love you more than I love love O come on fulfill my unfulfilled love I must love you Or else I must depart Like a comet passing through a galaxy of glass Like a meteorite colliding in the empty sky …
Malala
Malala She Is Malala Yousafzai my soul Princess of Swat Valley Torch bearer of knowledge light Child advocate for the girls’ education Who the deranged Talibans shot in head Because she spoke out against their heinous acts O my sweet adorable daughter we are all praying For you to become well, making us proud happy …
Yousafzai Malala
Yousafzai Malala O dearest God we’re all coming back from finishing school Suddenly the Talibans stop our van and shoot Malala Next think she remembers she’s in UK hospital Hope you get well soon Malala Yousafzai They’ll pay for their heinous crimes Sons of Lucifer rebuking light Malala my dearest love My daughter divine Innocent …
Mournful widow
Mournful widow O my mournful widow Pale purple blue Why thou look so sad today in the silhouette of the evening shadow Black widows Willows by my windows weep and whisper in the murmur of the late-night moon While the sycamore and mahogany sigh and weep more Mournful widow Mourn no more Life’s only death’s …
A THIN SHRILL VOICE
A Thin Shrill Voice A thin shrill voice I hear in the air It seems to tell me the things that I should hear A future with grief, misery, nuclear war Man killing man War Rape Massacre everywhere Momentarily the thin shrill voice hang in the still evening air And then she disappears out to …
There
by Shampad Mutakabbir Rahmatullah Have you ever kissed light on the lips? There, In the shade of the banyan tree? Seduced by the sight of the contours of its sightless eyes, Penetrating, Deep into your lofty ululations; Of the laughter of children And the broken dreams of an era long lost, Lived, In an …
REFLECTING MOMENTS – FAREEHA SULTANA
Glancing through the clouds of Sharjah, the bold mesmerizing city lights were the first glimpse of beauty of UAE that caught my eyes. The lights formed shapes of different structures, defining a different story into my imagination. Not a frequent air traveler, the blinding city lights from above the sky was my first love of …
